the fall | abel tesfaye

chapter four - abel's room

The vinyl drops to the floor with a loud thud.

"I, I-," I stutter, unable to form a proper sentence. I can feel myself begin to tremble as Abel blocks the doorway to his room, glaring at me.

To my surprise, he enters the room further, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it.

"W-what are you doing?" I stutter, finding my feet to back myself away from him coming towards me. Fuck.

"I don't know who you think you are, but, maybe you need to be taught a little lesson." Abel sneers, getting closer to me with every step.

I freeze as my back presses up against the wall. I have nowhere to move. Abel grins at the realisation that I am trapped within his reach, and he closes the space between us. He brings his hand to cup the side of my cheek, pressing his lips against my ear. I can feel goosebumps begin to rise on the back of my neck at the feeling of him this close.

"Now, are you going to tell me your name?" He whispers.

I have no choice but to answer, afraid of what he will do to me if I don't.

"A-Arabella."

I can feel him grin against my ear. "Such a beautiful name baby."

My mouth falls open. "Don't call me that," I whisper.

Despite how afraid of I am, I can't help but be slightly turned on by Abel's dominance over me right now. I have a feeling he realises this too.

He brings his face back up to meet mine, his hands slowly finding their way to my hips, trailing up and down the side of my dress.

"You're too hot to be bossy baby," He coos. I can smell the liquor on his breath now. He must be drunk.

I attempt to push him off gently, but he slams me harder against the wall. I gasp as I feel his breath hot against my neck, trailing small kisses down to my collarbone. My breathing quickens at the feel of his lips, combined with his hot breath against my skin.

"Abel, please," I beg, hoping that he will just let me go.

This is not good.

I let out a small moan as his lips find the weak spot behind my ear. His hands trail up and down the sides of my dress, causing my stomach to flutter.

"What are you doing to me," I whisper, my eyes closing involuntarily. How is he making me feel so good, barely touching me?

I whine at the loss of contact as he removes his lips from my neck, but not for long. He crashes them against mine, moving them perfectly. I gasp, and he uses this opportunity to slip his tongue into the kiss.

Tangling my hands in his hair, he grabs my hips and picks me up, tossing me onto the bed beside him.

My head is swimming as I try to come to terms with what is happening. But before I can form a logical thought, Abel pushes the bottom of my dress higher up my thighs with his hands, and my stomach spins.

"A-Abel," I whine. I can't seem to think straight. Every inch of my body is screaming for his touch.

"I wanna make you feel so good baby," He coos, sliding his hand teasingly up my thigh. "Will you let me do that for you?"

"Fuck," I breathe. I am already soaking and he's barely touching me.

A large grin spreads across his lips, and his fingers find the top of my lace panties. He runs his fingers along the top, teasing me further.

"Abel, please," I whine.

"Please, what?"

"I can't-"

He dips his hand inside my panties, dragging it torturously slow towards my clit.

Bringing his lips back to my neck, I gasp as he pushes the thin fabric down and presses two fingers against me. He starts circling my sensitive spots gently, and my eyes roll backwards.

"Does that feel good baby?" He breathes against me. I nod my head, unable to speak in between moans. Without warning, he slips his two fingers inside of me and I scream at the sensation.

"I love how much you moan for me," He says, his voice dripping with lust. "You're soaking for me baby." His fingers continue to pump in and out of me and I can barely breathe.

My head is spinning with pleasure. He takes this opportunity to pull down the top of my dress with his other hand, and begins flicking his tongue against my nipples.

The combination of his touch and tongue drives me wild, and I feel my stomach begin to tighten. I am dripping all over his fingers and the bed beneath me.

"A-Abel, I'm going to-"

"Come for me baby," He hisses, looking up at me. His fingers pump deeper inside of me, sending me over the edge.

I am a breathless mess as Abel removes his fingers from me. He brings them to his lips and tastes me off them.

"So fucking sweet," He says with a grin. My mouth drops open at the sight of him. The mood changes of this boy are enough to make any sane person turn crazy.

"That's what you get for coming in here unannounced," He tells me. "I needed to make sure you know how much power I have over your body."

My stomach drops.

Oh no.

"What?" I stammer. So all of that, just to prove a point? And I let him do that to me?

Abel grins and stands from the bed, walking over to pick the vinyl up off the floor. "Just needed to prove how easily you'd let me have that sweet little pussy. You didn't take much convincing."

He motions at the sight of me laying on his bed, dress pushed up, and cheeks flushed. He slides the vinyl back into its place on the shelf, and walks over towards the door.

I jump from the bed and stop him from leaving.

"You- You can't just do that," I say. "I'm not going to sit here and be your little play-thing." My voice shakes, and I can tell that I am only amusing him more.

"We'll see about that baby."

With that, Abel unlocks the door and slams it shut behind him, leaving me alone in his room with scattered thoughts and dented dignity.